When I eat honey

 
bees can remember faces

beekepers

bee experts

honey nibblers

combed producers

your neighbor who puts

animals to sleep


hexagons of disturbed tunnels

trashed liquid gold

toxic candles


follow the weeds

the lavender, rosemary, coreopsis,

and Russian sage


If you’re part of the system

know just how

the little guys

rally




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(a strikeout poem/found poem based on this article)

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